I was walking into Dursley from Cam, alongside the little chain of shops, fire stations, etc. What''s the point in having so many supermarkets and newsos so close together in an otherwise completely rural valley? But that's another debate for another time. I was walking along, past the rozzer hoose, and I noticed this new, swish, Jehovah's Witness meeting hall. The meeting was just about to convene: even though there was only about a dozen parking spaces in the car park, loads of blokes in hi-viz jackets were fanned out and waving people in. And walking past me on the pavement was a young family all dressed up in their best clothes. These weren't posh clothes, though: what made them suitable for such a special occasion was just the fact that they were elaborate-looking and very well-pressed. The woman wore a 1950's jive hall dress, like you'd see in Back to the Future. The bloke was dressed as like a stage magician. The kid? Wore a tiny white suit with matching braces, belt and bow-tie that was neon, sparkling red.
And it occurred to me: if they were hipsters, I would hate them on sight, but as it was, I just thought, 'Good on 'em'. For I am the Jehovah's Witness Witness.